02-19-2021, 07:35 PM
Every time he went out, Yan tried not to bring the sights back with him. He knew that the troubles of the world were impossible to bear, that the troubles at home were already heavy enough, but sometimes he couldn’t help it. Everything was changing. It wasn’t just the natural earth that was dying out there, but the fibre of life itself that was getting tangled up by the unnatural phenomena. These creatures - the “monsters” as everyone had taken to calling them - they multiplied like parasites in the dark. Roaches, scurrying out from somewhere the light never touched.
“Long day?” He murmured gently to Borderline, the darkness assuaged for a moment by her presence. She wrapped herself into his neck and Yan leaned into her warmth, pulling her close with a sigh that closed his eyes. He chuckled to himself. Of course she’d had a long day. They’d all been living in a suspenseful hell this past year.
“Yea.” He looked through the dark, trying to make out the shape of her lovely face. There was so much the light had taken with it when it left. “I’m ready.”
The sun wasn’t coming back like they had all hoped. Things only seemed to be getting worse. The mountain? Yan and Amarine had seen firsthand what it was doing to their mythical guardians. The Magic of this world was draining from himself and all the other horses out there, and Yanhua had a suspicion that it was being used to feed the catastrophe that crept closer to his family every hour. Popinjay had given her people a flame, but fires needed feeding. According to his twin Nashua, King Leilan and the remaining northerners were seeking a personal quest as well. Yanhua felt the natural course of things rested on what the fairy had told him: to find an item similar to what he and Amarine had requested, and then bring it back to the mountain’s summit.
“I’ve been wondering where we should start.” Yan reached out through the dark, brushing at Borderline’s forelock with his lips. “Mushrooms once grew everywhere, but that might not be the case anymore. Maybe Tephra would have some hidden away in the jungle. Or Hyaline could have one tucked away in a damp mountain cave.” He sighed, wondering if the warmth felt nice on his mate’s skin.
She smelled of pine sap and humid fog. He shouldn’t be, but Yan was suddenly distracted by how close they were. She’d called him my love.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked Borderline quietly. If they did this - if she said yes - they couldn’t turn back.
“Long day?” He murmured gently to Borderline, the darkness assuaged for a moment by her presence. She wrapped herself into his neck and Yan leaned into her warmth, pulling her close with a sigh that closed his eyes. He chuckled to himself. Of course she’d had a long day. They’d all been living in a suspenseful hell this past year.
“Yea.” He looked through the dark, trying to make out the shape of her lovely face. There was so much the light had taken with it when it left. “I’m ready.”
The sun wasn’t coming back like they had all hoped. Things only seemed to be getting worse. The mountain? Yan and Amarine had seen firsthand what it was doing to their mythical guardians. The Magic of this world was draining from himself and all the other horses out there, and Yanhua had a suspicion that it was being used to feed the catastrophe that crept closer to his family every hour. Popinjay had given her people a flame, but fires needed feeding. According to his twin Nashua, King Leilan and the remaining northerners were seeking a personal quest as well. Yanhua felt the natural course of things rested on what the fairy had told him: to find an item similar to what he and Amarine had requested, and then bring it back to the mountain’s summit.
“I’ve been wondering where we should start.” Yan reached out through the dark, brushing at Borderline’s forelock with his lips. “Mushrooms once grew everywhere, but that might not be the case anymore. Maybe Tephra would have some hidden away in the jungle. Or Hyaline could have one tucked away in a damp mountain cave.” He sighed, wondering if the warmth felt nice on his mate’s skin.
She smelled of pine sap and humid fog. He shouldn’t be, but Yan was suddenly distracted by how close they were. She’d called him my love.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked Borderline quietly. If they did this - if she said yes - they couldn’t turn back.
@[Borderline]